My two-year-old is teaching me patience. Both the patience needed to find out why he's throwing a tantrum and to stick with him through it, and the patience needed to understand that he will someday be a 3rd-grader. He is teaching me that he can do things by himself -- like read his duck book, play with his musical toys, and play in the bath, and I can ABSOLUTELY take little moments in his playtime to read a poem or look through my own writing. The rest is all about scheduling - even personal time has to be scheduled when you're a working, creative mamma, or even if you're a creative, stay-at-home dad like my husband. We've gotten lazy.
Our plan is to actually schedule babysitting time well in advance so that we have date nights set up regularly. I have just started a summer session of adult ballet that I'll take one or two nights a week. In the summer, when I'll be home with the kiddo I'll take him to a drop-in daycare once or twice a week so I can sit in a coffee shop and do some writing. When next school year starts, little H will be registered in the NSCC co-op preschool program and while Ben will sometimes have to be involved as a member, he will get some sessions off to do his own thing.
Meanwhile, we watch our little guy learn new words every day, switching between his Spanish and English vocabulary, we watch him get excited about a new book, we cuddle and tickle and tackle and spin umbrellas in the rain. And of course, also, we try to get him to eat dinner without the house becoming a war zone. We try to get him distracted from a toy whose batteries have run out. We try to get him to sleep in his toddler bed for the whole night. And we stay patient. And I will continue to use this blog as my process, and my place to share what I experience and what I learn.
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